pre RAT's Story
Rating : G
Timeframe : 1253
With the thick fur rugs that littered their snug quarters, Rune was becoming accustomed to his new comrades’ habit of gathering on the floor even in the midst of winter. Reclining with his head propped in one hand, he deposited one of his blue marbles into a niche on the game board in front of him. He shot Ilya a grin, as his move allowed him to take one of her pieces from the board, and tossed it her way.
“Oh!” she said, with a comical scowl, as she snatched the marble from the air. “I don’t think I’ll ever win!”
“Not with Rune around,” Tess agreed, eyeing the board.
“Bah!” Farran said, capturing the piece he’d just played with one of her own, and two more of Ilya‘s along with it.
Ilya sighed. “Looks like the end for me.”
Tess gave the smaller woman a pat on the back. “At least you outlasted me this time.”
Ilya shook her head as she watched Rune swipe another of Farran’s pieces with his next move. “Those two are ruthless. Masakari,” she called, craning her neck to look beyond, where Masakari sat, hunched over a spread of books and scrolls laid out across the dining table. She barely looked up in response. “Won’t you come join us? Someone needs to put Rune and Farran in their place.”
“Whatever makes you think I’m the one for that?” she asked.
Farran took another devastating turn, swiping half Rune’s pieces in one swoop and Tess gave a low whistle of appreciation. He grimaced at the board, which was rapidly filling with green marbles, searching in vain for a safe place to lay his next move.
“I have yet to see something you are not good at,” Ilya said.
“Games are not my thing,” Masakari answered, returning her attention to her books.
Farran cleared the last of Rune’s pieces from the board and turned to removing her own as well in preparation for another match. “Please, Masakari?” Ilya persisted.
“No, thank you,” she said.
Rune pushed himself to his feet and crossed to where Masakari sat. “Ski,” he said.
She turned to face him, open mouthed. There was a slight flush to her cheeks. “Only my sister calls me that,” she reminded him.
“I know,” he said. “It was one of the few times I’ve seen you smile.” He shut the book in front of her. “Lighten up a little.”
She sighed at the book, then offered him a tenuous smile. “Alright,” she conceded. “One game.”
Timeframe : 1253
With the thick fur rugs that littered their snug quarters, Rune was becoming accustomed to his new comrades’ habit of gathering on the floor even in the midst of winter. Reclining with his head propped in one hand, he deposited one of his blue marbles into a niche on the game board in front of him. He shot Ilya a grin, as his move allowed him to take one of her pieces from the board, and tossed it her way.
“Oh!” she said, with a comical scowl, as she snatched the marble from the air. “I don’t think I’ll ever win!”
“Not with Rune around,” Tess agreed, eyeing the board.
“Bah!” Farran said, capturing the piece he’d just played with one of her own, and two more of Ilya‘s along with it.
Ilya sighed. “Looks like the end for me.”
Tess gave the smaller woman a pat on the back. “At least you outlasted me this time.”
Ilya shook her head as she watched Rune swipe another of Farran’s pieces with his next move. “Those two are ruthless. Masakari,” she called, craning her neck to look beyond, where Masakari sat, hunched over a spread of books and scrolls laid out across the dining table. She barely looked up in response. “Won’t you come join us? Someone needs to put Rune and Farran in their place.”
“Whatever makes you think I’m the one for that?” she asked.
Farran took another devastating turn, swiping half Rune’s pieces in one swoop and Tess gave a low whistle of appreciation. He grimaced at the board, which was rapidly filling with green marbles, searching in vain for a safe place to lay his next move.
“I have yet to see something you are not good at,” Ilya said.
“Games are not my thing,” Masakari answered, returning her attention to her books.
Farran cleared the last of Rune’s pieces from the board and turned to removing her own as well in preparation for another match. “Please, Masakari?” Ilya persisted.
“No, thank you,” she said.
Rune pushed himself to his feet and crossed to where Masakari sat. “Ski,” he said.
She turned to face him, open mouthed. There was a slight flush to her cheeks. “Only my sister calls me that,” she reminded him.
“I know,” he said. “It was one of the few times I’ve seen you smile.” He shut the book in front of her. “Lighten up a little.”
She sighed at the book, then offered him a tenuous smile. “Alright,” she conceded. “One game.”